American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

Ouch!

In Healy's eyes, a big man hiding in the load-bearing pillar was letting his companions and the vampire beauty exchange gun skills with each other, and his face showed an expression of extreme pain.

To him, the exaggerated scene was somewhat inhumane in the werewolf's transformation.

First, the eyes slowly grew in size as they turned red, then the head began to deform and protrude forward like bone hyperplasia, and then to the face where the skin slowly cracked and brown-black hair appeared.

A wolf-shaped head began to appear slowly. As the head gradually turned into a wolf-shaped head, the big man's body also began to change. His nails became sharper and pierced the skin, and his arms and legs slowly stretched. long.

The last werewolf, who was dark-skinned, thick and over two meters tall, was born.

"Sure enough, the height of a werewolf after transformation is 1.5 times higher than its own height..."

After seeing the whole process, Healy couldn't help but take a deep breath and blew out a smoke ring again. The transformation process of this werewolf was really painful. No wonder he never transformed after the battle.

Ouch!

The transformed werewolf roared loudly.

Healy looked to the right subconsciously, and the beauty's expression changed instantly.

"Tsk, it's none of my business."

While looking in all directions, Healy looked back at the werewolf's target, Michael. After thinking about it, he raised his hand.

"Sorry, I think it's easier for you to do things when you're in a coma."

Michael, who was held at gunpoint, suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"you!"

However, before he could say anything, a sudden wind sounded, and Healy had already raised the knife and struck Michael hard on the neck.

There was a snap.

Michael, a grown man, instantly rolled his eyes, lost his mind, and slowly fell forward.

Healy quickly picked him up and put him on his shoulders. He looked back at the beautiful vampire who had just had sex with the werewolf, and quietly sneaked to another exit next to him...

——

at the same time.

Lutheran Cathedral.

Boom, boom, boom!

There was a gentle knock on the door.

Yorks silently put away his cell phone, turned around, walked to the door, and opened the door.

A monk who also wore monk's attire lowered his head and said respectfully.

"Father York, my name is Rachel. Bishop Rovshan wants to see you, and I will be responsible for guiding you."

Yorks didn't feel surprised at all and responded calmly.

"Um."

………

After all, the church where the bishop is located occupies a very large area. In addition to the wide main building, there are several side buildings and even a wide front yard.

Not to mention the side buildings above, the main building alone is already very large.

Under the leadership of this monk named Rachel, York came to a wide stand that could see the scenery below and the city.

The gallery's corridor was widened to twice the size of the remaining corridors.

"Father York, please wait here." Brother Rachel nodded respectfully.

"Bishop Rovshan will be here shortly."

Yorks put his hand on the guard rail of the corridor and looked at the hall and city scenery in front of him, still maintaining the same calm tone as before.

"good."

Brother Rachel nodded again and left quietly.

Listening to the footsteps getting further and further away, Yorks took a deep breath of the fresh air in the high altitude, feeling relaxed and happy when a gust of wind blew.

I have to say that the meeting place chosen by Bishop Rovshan was quite good.

In addition, he has already been here, and now he is not only relaxed and happy, but also has a little aftertaste.

"This is a great place."

Suddenly an old voice appeared from the right.

"Yeah, Yorkie."

Yorks smiled and looked towards the source of the sound.

An old man wearing purple divine robes with gold and silver patterns on the edges, a simple round divination hat on his head, and an inlaid cross on his chest was looking at him with a smile behind his hands.

"Bishop Rovshan." Yorkist took back his hand and greeted with a smile.

"Yes." Bishop Rovshan waved his hand and walked slowly to York's side, also looking at the scenery ahead.

"Yorks, how long has it been since we last met?"

Memories flashed in York's eyes,

"It must have been more than two years."

"Yes." Bishop Rovshan smiled in memory, and the wrinkles on his face wrinkled.

"I didn't expect that this place has never changed, but your changes are getting bigger and bigger now."

Yorks understood what the old man meant. He began to reach hundreds in each attribute point, and his temperament and figure would naturally change significantly. At least as guessed before, because of his health value, he seemed to become more and more Coming younger and younger.

"Maybe I've eaten a little more recently."

Yorkist could only respond with this.

Bishop Rovshan turned his head, glanced at York, and confirmed.

"Well, you're better like this. At least it's better than the previous way of keeping strangers away from you."

Yorks couldn't answer this sentence. He also felt that he was really unsmiling and cold in the beginning. The main reason was that he didn't feel safe at the beginning of time travel.

As if aware of York's state of mind, Bishop Rovshan smiled.

"However, thank you very much for coming here, York. Your ability is obvious to all."

Yorks turned back to look at the scenery ahead and said calmly.

"Bishop Rovshan, I am sworn in with evil!"

"hehe!"

Upon hearing this, Bishop Rovshan smiled so hard that his wrinkles formed into abyss.

"I believe you, Yorkshire. I heard that you took the initiative to take charge of this matter."

Yorks didn't speak, just watched the scenery quietly.

"Okay, no more nonsense," Bishop Rovshan didn't care and continued to follow the conversation.

"According to your personality, you must already know something about the St. Carta Monastery, so do you still need any substantial help? Yorkist."

Yorks grinned, "I need a helicopter that can fly over there."

"kindness?"

Bishop Rovshan raised his half-white and half-black eyebrows slightly.

Yorkes remained calm, but of course he would not say what he planned to do.

"I don't want to waste time traveling."

"Yorks, it's not suitable for ordinary people to get involved in this matter." Bishop Rovshan thought about it seriously.

"This is a church matter."

Yorkist understood what the ordinary people in the old man's words were referring to.

"That's why I found a driver myself."

Bishop Rovshan turned to look at the priest next to him who was much taller than him.

York's face remained calm, "He will forget what happened this time. All you need to do is arrange a helicopter for me that can fly to the destination quickly."

It was a sacred C4 time bomb with an equivalent value of 6 tons of TNT and a holy number of 600 points. It was no exaggeration to say that he could not imagine the power of it at all, although he could roughly estimate the approximate explosive power and damage from the yield. But he really couldn't guess this enchantment.

This explosion is probably full of holy light.

The scene must be spectacular, and he naturally needs a driver he can trust.

So of course Healy will forget that, after all, this guy is considered his own and his fan brother, but this Erin trainee nun is in some trouble.